Apple of Grenada.
The bounty of a seed.
Genesis of a destiny.
Like all living things, to eventually die.
Honey, the fruits of our labor measurable in centuries.
Broken bread, tainted mead and rotting flora.
A circle continuous within your truancy.
Emerging from a mere kernel, sprouting from the soil, a life, the milk of a mother.
A flower in full bloom, sharing an existence with all else.
Pedal by pedal,
Wilted by the sun.
Once the barer of life, now the demise of this beauty.
Aiming for immortality.
Alive, eventually to rot.
Leaves, stem and stock, soon to wilt.
An oak, barren of acorn.
A cypress, with age.
A sprout with ambition.